"Sophia, don't talk about divorce anymore. Things will get better, I swear." Richard squeezed my hand.

"If it bugs you, I'll definitely keep my distance from Susan."

He kept promising, over and over.

"Richard, I don't want to be in some soap opera with two women fighting over you."

His promises were getting to me, but I couldn't just forget everything.

"Don't be silly," he touched my face. "I'm your husband - you don't need ...